“How can you tell me to do that?” my mother whispered while she trembled.
“Because you are the one who recorded that stupid audio and got us into this mess!” Tiffany yelled back.
Bill was the first to grab the pen, scribbling his name and throwing the paper back toward the center of the table. My mother took longer, crying and calling me an ungrateful daughter who was humiliating her family in a public bank.
I didn’t say a word; I just watched her until she finally grabbed the pen and signed. Tiffany signed last, pressing the pen so hard into the paper that she almost tore it.
Meredith checked their IDs, stamped the documents, and gave everyone a copy of the finalized contract. I took out a cashier’s check for five thousand dollars and left it on the table.
My mother grabbed the check like she was gasping for air and told me that one day I would understand and they would pay me back.
“You aren’t going to pay me back because I don’t want anything from you ever again,” I replied. “If you have an emergency, call each other, because I am no longer your contact.”
Tiffany scoffed and said, “Oh please, as if you won’t come crawling back to us by Christmas.”